After a busy month,

and a busy and productive fall,

At last Christmas has come

For us, one and all

It waits not for the time

To let it in

Nor for free time

to finally begin

It comes with a whisper,

A brush of air

The bright excitement of children,

The festive clothing we wear

It’s a time of happiness,

But also a time of grief

Although Christmas will come,

The years are a thief

Every newborn child,

Each septuagenarian

Will remember Christmas uniquely,

Depending on the decade they’re in

Tonight I’ve tucked in my littles

With kisses and love

And said a prayer for the ones I’ve lost,

Who’ll celebrate Christmas above

For Christmas on earth

May be but once a year

But our love and memories

Can bring us ongoing cheer

So merry Christmas again

I hope this one is blessed

And if I remember it’s true meaning

This one shall be our best